Nadia Porcia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

Cato and Porcia, ancient Roman sculpture

After that, we stroll through the streets, and I’m just soaking it all in. The architecture, the vibe, the people. Porcia is alive! I see this street performer on Via Roma, playing the accordion. It’s so random, but I love it. I toss him a euro, and he gives me a nod.

Donate to Porcia Gadson Jones aka Precious, organized by Wendy Rigsby